Broken Knights: A Paranormal High School Bully Romance (Gifted Academy Book 4)

by Michelle Hercules

  “What hap—” I’m attacked by a hungry mouth that covers my mine. Phoenix captures my face between his hands as his tongue pries my lips open.

  Not that I offered any resistance.

  A pair of strong arms circles my waist from behind, pulling me flush against a wall of solid muscle. Rufio’s. His erection presses against my ass while his hands unbutton and unzip my jeans.

  I go from nervous and unsure to horny as fuck in the pitter-patter of a heartbeat. Rufio’s fingers disappear under my panties, and when he finds my clit, my legs turn into jelly. If I weren’t sandwiched between him and Phoenix, I’d collapse on the floor. My jeans roll down my legs of their own accord—which means either Phoenix or Bryce is using telekinesis to get me out of my clothes.

  Suddenly, Phoenix and Rufio are yanked from me. The loss of support makes me lose my balance and fall right into Bryce’s arms.

  “Oops, careful, babe.” He laughs.

  “What the hell, Bryce!” Phoenix complains. “I wasn’t done.”

  “You were hogging her,” Morpheus says as he takes Rufio’s place behind me.

  “Boys, don’t fight. There’s enough of me for everyone.”

  Arching my spine, I stretch my arm, reaching for the back of Morpheus’s head. His lips find my neck and then my ear. When he captures my earlobe between his teeth, it sends a zing of pleasure straight down to my core.

  A wanton gasp escapes my lips, followed by Phoenix’s and Rufio’s grunts.

  “Damn it, we need a big mattress,” Phoenix declares.

  I hear the sound of furniture getting pushed around, but my eyes are closed, and all my senses are distracted at the moment.

  Bryce is kissing down my belly, going exactly where my need is greatest. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungry before. When he places a kiss on my pubic bone, I throw my head back, moaning like a cat in heat.

  “Fuck if that’s not the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard,” Phoenix breathes out, his voice tight with want.

  I thread my fingers through Bryce’s hair, yanking at the strands as he dives into my folds, unraveling me with his tongue.

  Morpheus grabs the edge of my sweater and pulls the fabric up, helping me out of it. I took my bra off earlier before I went to bed, so the cool air turns my already hard nipples into pebbles. Rough hands cover them, different hands. Two fingers pinch my chin and turn my face to a pair of soft and ravenous lips. The taste of cinnamon fills my mouth as Morpheus’s tongue dances with mine. Soon my head becomes light and my body tingles. I’m spinning on sensory overload, and I don’t know anymore who’s touching what part of me, but I’m surrounded by all of them. Well, I know Bryce is still busy in between my legs, as the pressure keeps building and building down below.

  But greedy me wants more, so much more. I pull away from the kiss and breathlessly say, “If someone doesn’t fuck me right now, I’m going to combust.”

  “I got this,” Morpheus whispers against my lips.

  Just then, Bryce sends me soaring into outer space. I cry out, clutching his shoulder as the climax hits me suddenly. Morpheus’s arms go around me, covering my breasts as he kisses the back of my neck. The waves of pleasure keep coming, shattering me into pieces.

  Bryce finishes his torture by placing a kiss on each of my inner thighs. Then he unfurls from his lower position, and not a second later, Morpheus lifts me in his arms.

  “Where are we going?” I ask.

  “Not far.”

  Two steps are all he needs to reach the mega mattress that Phoenix and Rufio put together.

  A bubble of laughter floats up my throat.

  Rubbing the back of his neck, Phoenix says, “I know it’s not great, but it’s the best we could do with the limited resources available.”

  “Hey, this is camping, not a five-star hotel,” I say. “You can put me down now, Morpheus.”

  He drops me at the edge of the four mattresses they pushed together to make one. I doubt they’ll stay like that once we start… Oh God. My brain is trying to ruin everything again by thinking too much. I put a lid on it and let my emotions take control. I prefer where they’re headed.

  I’m still wrapped in Morpheus’s arms, so I untangle from them and walk to the middle of our love nest. My eyes have adjusted to the gloom, and I can see that so far, no one is ready for me.

  Pouting, I put my hands on my hips. “How come I’m the only one naked here?”

  I swear to God, I’ve never seen four guys undress so fast. One blink of the eye and I’m surrounded by the most gorgeous, sexiest men I’ve ever met, all wearing their birthday suits and rocking raging erections. My mouth waters.

  “Dude, if you don’t make your move, I’m going in.” Phoenix tells Morpheus.

  He walks over, watching me with eyes that glow golden in the dark. His shadows aren’t present, but his demigod essence is radiating from his body in luscious waves. I can feel them against my skin, caressing, probing. I don’t know if I’m imagining things or if Morpheus has learned a few new tricks.

  He reaches for my hair, running his fingers through the strands. “What do you want me to do, Daisy?”

  Oh shit. Does he want me to spell it out? Before I lose my nerve, I pull him to me, gripping the back of his head and sealing my lips to his for a searing kiss. I let the furnace that was brewing in my center expand until I’m burning from the inside out.

  We fall to the mattress together in a tangle of limbs. His erection is already pressing against my entrance, but instead of thrusting inside of me, he turns me around and lifts my hips off the mattress. In this new position, I can have my fun with all of them at the same time. I don’t need to say anything out loud. Our minds are connected, our desires in sync.

  A condom wrapper is torn. I’m glad someone here is thinking straight, because I’m not. Holding on to my hips, Morpheus hammers into me all the way to the hilt. I cry out from the pain and pleasure. Rufio drops to his knees in front of me while Bryce and Phoenix position themselves on each side of me. Rufio grabs a fistful of my hair, tilting my face upward. Our gazes lock, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes turn electric blue, just like when his Idol powers used to flare up.

  Did I imagine that?

  Something uncoils inside of me, not desire but the hint of knowledge, a secret that was buried deep my mind and is just now coming to the surface. But my thought gets scrambled again when Morpheus hits me in my special place, and another wave of orgasm wrecks my body.

  RUFIO

  Daisy hesitates for a split second, getting a strange glint in her eyes. The emotion is fleeting and disappears when she climaxes again. Still in the throes of passion, she curls her fingers around my shaft and licks its length. I forget her peculiar reaction at once and give in to the sensations. I tighten my grip around her hair when her mouth replaces her hand, wrapping around my cock, sucking and licking.

  “Fuck me,” I breathe out, holding her head in place with both hands.

  Bryce and Phoenix each let out grunts of pleasure when she gives them attention. A little bit of telekinesis powers comes into play, and Daisy is able to maintain her all-fours position without actually needing to brace her hands on the mattress. They’re kind of busy whacking off my brother and Phoenix.

  There’s a constant jostling of her body thanks to Morpheus pounding behind her. It only serves to amplify the pleasure of her tongue against my sensitive skin. I don’t want to succumb too soon to the sensation, but Daisy is a fucking magician with her tongue.

  The first one to lose the battle is Morpheus, who lets out a guttural cry as he tosses his head back, shaking all over. Phoenix and Bryce are the next ones to fall, and soon the air become impregnated with the scent of sex.

  But I hold on, the last guy standing. Bryce, Phoenix, and Morpheus have already collapsed on the mattress. Wimps. Daisy looks at me from under her eyelashes, sassy, naughty. She’s challenging me. All right, then. Accepted.

  I pull away and she whimpers. “Rufio, I wasn—” />
  Grabbing her by the shoulders, I pin her against the mattress. She falls on her back with me between her legs. My cock teases at her entrance, but I don’t go in, not yet.

  “You weren’t what?” I ask.

  “Finished,” she answers.

  A rueful smile blooms on my lips. “You got that right.” Lifting my face, I say, “Someone please toss me—” The condom packet hits my forehead, then falls between Daisy’s breasts.

  She brings it to her mouth and tears it with her teeth. “Should I help you do it?” she asks in the sexiest tone, almost causing my undoing.

  “Better if I do it myself.”

  I’ve never put on protection so fast in my life. Once I’m wrapped up and good to go, I hook my arm under her thigh and lift her leg over my shoulder. Then I slide in, grinding my teeth as I focus on not coming prematurely. My balls are tight, ready to explode.

  I know the guys are getting busy again. Their grunts become loud, and so do the sounds of cocks receiving hand attention. I mean, watching Daisy getting fucked is almost as good as doing it yourself. Who knew voyeurism could be so hot?

  Daisy captures my face between her hands, bringing my lips to her hungry mouth. She’s the devil with her tongue in every way that counts. My cock is getting harder, and no amount of butt cheek clenching can save me now. She releases my face, and her nails find my back. I lose my shit when she digs them in, leaving her mark. A primal scream comes from deep in my throat as I empty myself into her sheath. She destroys me in the best way possible, only to put me back together better than I was before.

  I become utterly still, my face hiding in the crook of her neck after the final thrust. My ears are ringing, and they don’t stop until I roll off her and stare at the ceiling. I’m out of breath, and I don’t think it has anything to do with the fact that I’m now a Norm. She brought me to this stage of complete exhaustion before, when I was me.

  No one speaks for several minutes until Phoenix does the honor of breaking the silence.

  “Fuuuuck,” he blurts out.

  We all chuckle because he managed to capture in one word exactly the mood of this moment.

  “Well, I don’t think I can walk now.” Daisy laughs.

  “We’ll take turns carrying you,” Bryce replies.

  “That could result in more mind-blowing sex though,” Morpheus adds.

  “No complaints on my part.” I sling my arm to the side, a thoughtless movement. A second later, the mattress I’m lying on disappears, and I hit the hardwood floor with a thud. “What the hell!”

  “What happened?” Bryce asks.

  The light in the bungalow turns on, and I find myself surrounded by ashes.

  22

  Bryce

  “Holy fucking shit!” Phoenix gets up slowly, staring at the mess surrounding Rufio with his mouth agape and eyes that are bugging out of his skull.

  I step closer to my brother, not daring to believe what I’m seeing. “Who did that?” I ask, turning to Daisy. “Was it you?”

  She sits up, curling her knees up to hug her legs. “Do what? Turn the mattress into dust? When did I ever have that power?”

  Rufio jumps to his feet, brushing the soot from his body. “That was my gift.”

  I watch him closely now, scanning for any signs that he might have somehow recovered his powers. After a few seconds, my hope deflates. He’s still an empty shell.

  “Dude, are your powers returning?” Phoenix asks.

  Rufio’s eyebrows furrow, and then he shakes his head. “No. I feel nothing, not even a spark of power. I don’t think I did that.”

  “Well, someone must have done it.” Morpheus glances at Daisy. “It could have been you, darling.”

  Her eyes become rounder. “If I did that without knowing, then I’m a menace.” She buries her face in her hands. “Ugh. I can’t believe this. As soon as I get one deadly gift under control, I develop another.”

  “We don’t know that’s what happened.” I send a glower in Morpheus’s direction. At least he has the decency to show remorse for his outburst.

  A loud knock on the door cuts off our discussion.

  “Daisy, are you in there?” Xavier asks.

  “Shit,” she whisper-shouts, getting back to her feet. “Where are my clothes?”

  “I’m going to assume that you’re in there with your… boyfriends.”

  Damn. Is Xavier going to play the pissed-off father role now? I hope not.

  “I’ll be out in a second,” she says.

  “Turn off the light. We’ve got company.”

  I kill the lights at once. We definitely don’t want those religious freaks privy to what we did here. I don’t think they’re open-minded enough to approve of our dynamic.

  “Shit. What’s that supposed to mean?” Phoenix asks. “It can’t be morning yet.”

  “It doesn’t matter. Just hurry up and get dressed,” Daisy urges.

  A minute later, we’re ready to face the music. However, the voices of several people trickle inside the bungalow. It seems when Xavier mentioned we had company, he wasn’t simply referring to Harry and Artex.

  “What’s going on outside?” Rufio opens a window shutter a fraction and peers out. “Fuck. I think word got out that Daisy is here.”

  “Who is out there?” she asks.

  “Judging by their attire, I’d say members of your church.”

  “It’s not my church,” she grits out, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

  “They’re heading to the lake, but there’s no chance we can sneak out without being seen.”

  I glance at Morpheus. “We need your handy shadow trick, Morpheus.”

  “I’m on it. Stay close to me.” He opens the door slowly and walks out first.

  There’s a group of people walking past us, but no one glances in our direction. When they’re out of earshot, I say, “Maybe we should stay hidden and find out what’s going on first.”

  “Yeah, I agree,” Daisy replies.

  Maintaining close distance, we head down to the lake, where a group of thirty people has gathered around the hippie brothers. Thankfully, not every single member of the church has come here. We stop a few feet from the edge of the perimeter.

  “Where’s Magia’s descendant?” one eager woman at the front asks. “Where’s the Unmaker?”

  “I know you’re all excited to meet her, but she’s been through a lot and needs to rest,” Harry says.

  “We should double down our efforts at the mines,” a man speaks, followed by murmurs of agreement.

  “Yes, that’s something you should all be doing right now. Return to the mines. We need as many lightning-glass weapons as you can produce.”

  “But who is going to fight with us?” someone else asks.

  “The Knights will,” Xavier answers, walking through the crowd until he reaches the hippie brothers’ side.

  “Can they still be trusted?” the first woman asks. “A week ago, our warehouse on the northside was ransacked. No one else was supposed to know that location besides the Knights.”

  “There’s been a breach,” Xavier announces. “But the mole has been dealt with.”

  His confession doesn’t lessen the tension among the crowd. They’re jittery, suspicious. I hope the Knights’ setback doesn’t cost us their support. We need them to mine lightning-glass.

  “Don’t let troublesome thoughts plague your mind, my friends,” Harry says. “The Unmaker, the Equalizer, is here. Have faith in her. Go now and let your hard work ease your worries.”

  Slowly, the crowd disperses. We move out of the way as fast as we can. Getting caught spying on them won’t help with their trust issues.

  They’re almost at the top of the path where it diverges into the forest when Rosie comes down with hurried steps followed by Felicity and Renata.

  “Has anyone seen Daisy?” she asks, loud enough that the church members overhear and stop in their tracks.

  Son of a bitch. She had to go and open her big
mouth in front of all these strangers. I know she’s young, but I’d expect a higher level of maturity from her considering the type of life she led.

  “Have you never taught your sister common sense?” Phoenix whispers to Daisy. “Why is she asking about you in front of all these strangers?”

  “She must be freaking out. Give her a break,” Daisy mutters, but I catch the edge in her voice. She’s also unhappy about Rosie’s outburst.

  “She’s not in the bungalow resting?” Artex asks, arching both eyebrows.

  “No. We woke up and she was gone,” she replies.

  Toby joins the group, rubbing his sleepy eyes and sporting crazy bed hair. “What’s going on?”

  “Daisy is missing.” Rosie crosses her arms.

  “Oh, come on, Rosie. Seriously?” Daisy mutters under her breath.

  “Let’s not jump to conclusions. I’m sure she isn’t missing,” Xavier replies.

  “The guys aren’t in the bungalow either,” Toby declares. “They must be together. Maybe they went on an exploration trip.”

  “In the middle of the nig—oh.” Rosie’s mouth rounds as understanding finally dawns on her.

  “A little dense there, huh?” Phoenix quips, earning an elbow shove from Daisy.

  The newcomers are still waiting at the top of the path, probably wondering if their help will be needed for locating Daisy.

  “I think we need to come out of hiding before they form a search party,” I say.

  “But if we show up out of thin air now, they’ll know we were spying on them,” Phoenix replies.

  “Let’s return to the camp’s main cabin. We can always say we went in search of food,” Rufio suggests.

  “Okay, let’s hurry, then.”

  Even knowing that I’m going to piss him off royally, I pick up Rufio and throw him over my shoulder.

  “Bryce,” he hisses. “What the hell!”

  “Sorry, bro. You’re too slow.”

  He shuts his pie hole, but only because making a bigger fuss would give our location away. We run at Idol speed, reaching the camp’s main building in a heartbeat. After making sure the coast is clear, Morpheus lifts the shadows that hid us.